Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

Through the stargate transfer, Russell's fast mobile fleet quickly arrived at the nearest empire-controlled area of ​​​​the force field storm, Moro, called the giant Waaagh!!! force field storm centered on Armageddon. galaxy.

This is a resource system completely controlled by the Adeptus Mechanicus. The vast majority of its population are Mechanicus slaves who have worked hard all their lives, and the remaining few are technical priests or technology apprentices responsible for managing and coordinating them.

But with the start of the Indomitable Crusade and the formation of the "Green Mood" storm, the strategic value of this galaxy, which originally had only resource value, has become important. Guilliman deployed heavy troops here to monitor Armageddon, the center of the storm. In response to the movement, a company of the founding chapter 'White Scars' was stationed here in full force, joining forces with the local Mechanicus troops to assist in defense.

"Wait, where is the white scarred man?" Gray Feng made a confused voice.

After the fast mobile fleet entered the Moro system, she only saw the Imperial Navy's cruiser fleet and the ore ships of the Adeptus Mechanicus, but not even a shadow of the White Scar strike cruiser, which made Gray Wind begin to doubt herself. Source of information.

Russell tried to ask the mechanical priest stationed at the star gate about the specific situation, but was rejected: "Your Excellency, the star bomber, it's not that I have any prejudice against you, it's just because I am a servant of the God of All Machines and the Messiah of Ohm. Believer, and your identity is too sensitive, I really cannot inform you of the empire’s intelligence. The political nature of this move is very bad..."

"I understand." Russell squeezed Hui Feng's butt calmly.

Gray Feng understood immediately and took out a small white gadget the size of a palm from his stomach and put it in Russell's hand.

"This is a technological creation called a 'game controller' in Terra's ancient times. Ancient people used it to interact with the virtual digital world. Its shell is said to be a prototype of the highly resistant material 'plastic steel', and its peculiar radio frequency The profound meaning has not yet been deciphered.”

Russell gently shook the handle in his hand and said: "If anyone can unlock the mystery contained in this ancient relic, maybe they can know how ancient people input consciousness instructions into the digital world... Would that person be you? "

The mechanical priest's metal spine trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound of electromagnetic resonance. He forced himself to turn off the visual sensor and gritted his teeth: "Please stop talking! I will never betray the God of All Machines!"

"That's such a pity." Russell shook his head in disappointment: "Your firmness of belief is admirable. I apologize for the disrespect before, but I must get the information about the disappearance of the white scars. If you don't want it, I think other Tech-Priests would be interested in unraveling the mystery of this ancient relic."

Gray Wind hugged Russell's waist, put his chin on his shoulder, winked playfully at the mechanical priest in front of him, and said in a silent mouth: "You, don't, say, have, get, yes, people, Say, oh~"

The next moment, an implanted mechanical prosthetic hand emerged from under the priest's red robe and pulled the handle away from Russell's hand.

The mechanical priest's chest was heaving violently, and the liquid-cooling pump in his chest was rapidly pressurizing, making a gurgling sound. He lowered his voice and said quickly:

"The Space Marines of the 4th Company of the White Scars have been faithfully fulfilling the orders issued by the Lord Regent and have been stationed in the Moro Galaxy for a long time. However, not long ago, the 4th Company Commander suddenly received a top-secret message."

The mechanical priest fumbled with the plastic casing of this sacred ancient relic called the 'Game Controller' with trembling hands, while suppressing a strong impulse like a volcanic eruption, and said:

"The contents of that secret letter are highly confidential. Even the sages of Moro World are not qualified to know its contents. The 4th Company Commander attaches great importance to this secret letter. He first notified the White Scars of the matter. The regiment leader asked for support, and then immediately led the entire company into the 'green mood' storm, and no news has been returned yet."

Russell nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? Forbidden Army, White Scar... who else will be next? It seems to have a slightly more like a meeting of the winds and clouds."

Saying goodbye to the mechanical priest who provided paid intelligence, Russell left the port affiliated with the Moro Star Gate, and the fleet began to move in the direction of the 'Green Mood' storm.

The Imperial Army arrived earlier than them and had already left the Moro Galaxy and entered the interior of the storm, but Russell was not in a hurry because the battle for the throne had just begun.

To enter the storm, the first thing you have to face is the powerful Waaagh!!! The force field interference and the fierce pursuit of countless greenskins. The White Scars rely on their coquettish movements and fast maneuvers to fight and rush, while the Imperial Army With the help of the powerful equipment given to them by the Emperor, they directly blasted away the defense line and charged forward, but Russell's fast mobile fleet, which mainly focused on speed, did not carry such powerful firepower. The most power-consuming weapon in the entire fleet was the phase fragmentation cannon.

"The main cost of a mobile ship is the engine and propeller. It is not difficult to blast away the greenskin's front with the existing weapons, but the efficiency will not be too high. It will be difficult for us to catch up with more The Forbidden Army and the White Scars set off early." Gray Wind examined the combat parameters of this mobile fleet, feeling a little troubled: "My main body mothership is still parked in Falla to direct the battle against the Zealots. If not for this, this kind of The level of interference is simply not enough to constitute a hindrance.”

Russell smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, as long as you have a powerful enough weapon, it is not difficult to get through this storm."

"But the problem we are facing now is the lack of high-power weapons?" Gray Feng was confused. She felt that Russell had said this as if he had not.

"Who said there isn't one?" Russell said, pointing with one hand at the giant spiritual wave telescope displayed under the star map: "Isn't this a high-power output weapon?"

Gray Feng was stunned, and then suddenly realized: "Is this okay?"

"Why not?" Russell asked.

The design concept of the Lingbo Astronomical Telescope project since its inception was to develop a large-scale instrument that could stably observe subspace trends without being affected by the giant subspace storm caused by the fall of Nurgle. The target is the subspace version of the Sentinel Array.

But the fall of a god was so shocking. The intensity of the storm raging in the Sea of ​​Souls was unprecedented, even exceeding the eternal night storm before Slaanesh was born. In order to observe the Sea of ​​Souls without interference in such harsh sea conditions, In the sea, the Psychic Department of the Order of Truth adjusted and adjusted the output power and signal strength of the Lingbo Astronomical Telescope, step by step, to an exaggerated level.

"If the psychic output power of a telescope is already higher than the largest ship-borne psychic cannon, then why can't it be a cannon?"